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i'm sick
i've got a virus
i'm sickety-sick
i feel like a used tissue
ickety-ick
my head is congested
mucous overload
if i blow my nose once more,
i will explode!
i'm whiny,i'm cranky ,
i'm stuck in my bed
my face is puke green
and my nose is bright red!
my eyes are all bloodshot
my nostrils are crusting;
this sickness has made
me look
Truly Disgusting
i cough and i sneeze
spreading germs everywhere
my room is a health hazard-
Visitors BEWARE!!
being sick is no fun
in fact,it's a pain
i'm told i'll get better soon!
untill then...i'll complain
by,
gabrielle

He's teaching her arithmetic, he said it was his mission.
He kissed her once, he kissed her twice and said, "Now that's addition."
And as he added smack by smack, in silent satisfication,
she sweetly gave the kisses back and said, "Now that's subtraction."
Then he kissed her, she kissed him without an explanation.
And both together smiled and said, "That's multiplication."
Then Dad appeared upon the scene and made a quick decision.
He kicked that kid three blocks away and said, "That's long division!"